Kills Back (feat. Foulout Sosa)

(Thanks, Yakree)

I just threw two back, I play with racks and I take meds
Fourteen hundred for my Pradas, step on oppers, bust they head
I ain't tryna go rap for rap 'cause y'all gon' cap and bring the feds
Tweak and you get clapped and that's no cap, we leave a nigga red
My bro, he a slimeball, green flag around his head
Pop out cuts and blind y'all, Ray Charles, can't see this lead
Them niggas gon' run, they hear them shots, so hop out, hit them legs
Pockets filled with knots, I give you guap, you go and take a head

I just threw this pill back, nigga, I don't feel nothin'
You know we get kills back, yup, they come and kill somethin'
I be off them mеds with my mans tryna pill somethin'
But we want your head, you can't hidе, we gon' still come
I be in the field for real, rest up Leeke, drill love
Signed a deal, I'm on they ass, we gon' run them kills up
Chopper hit your hitman and he gon' need a wheel pump
FMJ deflate his ass, they tellin' Crack to get up

Sosa hit my phone like, "Where you at?" We with Boogieman
Got a rapper nigga drop, we finna go and catch his ass
Wait outside his house, if he come out, then we gon' get his ass
But we couldn't catch him, man, I wish we would've hit his ass
Before I grabbed the mic, I had that dope, I was the cookie man
Cuttin' up them slabs, I have the strap for any pussy man
You said it out your mouth, so stand on business, nigga, do it then
I play with them switches, if he pull up, I'ma do his ass

I just threw two back, I play with racks and I take meds
Fourteen hundred for my Pradas, step on oppers, bust they head
I ain't tryna go rap for rap 'cause y'all gon' cap and bring the feds
Tweak and you get clapped and that's no cap, we leave a nigga red
My bro, he a slimeball, green flag around his head
Pop out cuts and blind y'all, Ray Charles, can't see this lead
Them niggas gon' run, they hear them shots, so hop out, hit them legs
Pockets filled with knots, I give you guap, you go and take a head

Mobs bangin' white flags, I'm tryna see them bitches red
Hop out that all black four-door, kick, hit 'til a nigga dead
These niggas, they pussy, they jokes, they hoes, they bitches
You know they scared
I'm big Foulout, I'll leave you red
I'll leave a bitch nigga braindead

Nigga, I do hits for real, play with me, I get you whacked
Nigga think we workin' at Lids, all we catch is hats
Chase him down and hit his back
Pop out, it's a sneak attack
Nine ain't have nine lives, but he a pussy cat
Suited up like Men in Black these niggas duck, I hear the quack
Opps be dyin' back to back, this shit is just a chain react
Diamonds doing jumping jacks, these niggas lame for servin'
Niggas see me, they get nervous, niggas know I put that work in

I just threw two back, I play with racks and I take meds
Fourteen hundred for my Pradas, step on oppers, bust they head
I ain't tryna go rap for rap 'cause y'all gon' cap and bring the feds
Tweak and you get clapped and that's no cap, we leave a nigga red
My bro, he a slimeball, green flag around his head
Pop out cuts and blind y'all, Ray Charles, can't see this lead
Them niggas gon' run, they hear them shots, so hop out, hit them legs
Pockets filled with knots, I give you guap, you go and take a head